[ junsu settles over kwang's lap easily, though there's a bit of a jut to his lower lip, like a pout, nearly. not quite. he's not sulking. he's not pouting. kwang isn't saying anything that is upsetting him, and seems to want to reassure him instead.
but it's still true that the moment ten and kwang became something official, he was sad. both for his own relationship with kwang, and in general. why wasn't he someone's special person? why were the people he felt a connection to finding others? when kwang said he still wanted to see him, it helped, but that sadness didn't just disappear.
he listens now, absorbing the words, taking them in. side by side. taking as much space. his heart starts to race. if that's true, then... junsu is more boyfriend to kwang than not, isn't he?
junsu takes in a shaky breath and nods. okay. not a footnote. his eyes search for kwang's holding his gaze, expression vulnerable and open and hopeful, too. lots of hope. ]
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but it's still true that the moment ten and kwang became something official, he was sad. both for his own relationship with kwang, and in general. why wasn't he someone's special person? why were the people he felt a connection to finding others? when kwang said he still wanted to see him, it helped, but that sadness didn't just disappear.
he listens now, absorbing the words, taking them in. side by side. taking as much space. his heart starts to race. if that's true, then... junsu is more boyfriend to kwang than not, isn't he?
junsu takes in a shaky breath and nods. okay. not a footnote. his eyes search for kwang's holding his gaze, expression vulnerable and open and hopeful, too. lots of hope. ]